Day 3:

Amy woke up feeling... pretty good! Better than yesterday, at any rate. A little stiff, a little sore still, but she could get out of bed just fine. She could also make up and eat most of an entire tube of sausage, but she could do that before.

After getting the kids out of the house and off to school, ready to meet their uncle this evening, and she went back to her weight room. Some of the weights in it were... intimidating. She used to be huge, and now she was... not. To say the least. Still, she was doing this properly. Twenty minutes of stretches. Twenty minutes of yoga to limber up and make herself appropriate. THEN pump iron.

Keep pumping iron.

Get lost in the burn, get lost in the runner's high.

She had been in shape before not because she was responsible, but because she was an addict. The sensation of her own body growing stronger... that runner's high of perfect, heavenly exhaustion...

She was going to find it again.

Small weights, but the sky turned orange before Amy stopped, realizing that she had worked out for HOURS of her day, when she grinned and passed out right there on the weight bench.

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From the start: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43649697/

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